I changed the oilsnand oiled the squeaks,npatched the holesnand fluid leaks,nat dusk beneathna diabetic moonnnAnd way to take the tv crewsnacross the creaking icenThe news is howlingnto the timber wolvesnand soonnnI'll go through it all againnwatch their doubtful smiles beginnbut the visions that I see believe in mennSo praise the things I can't forgetnwith burgers and a silhouettenon t-shirts at the council general storennI'll listen to the south winds sighnwith rumors and regrets and Indon't want to talk about it anymorennWon't go through it all againnwatch their doubtful smiles beginnwhen the visions that I see believe in mennOr the visions that I see that will believe me.